A single spear of yellow
Whispers a promise
Of spring to come.
I long for light
To pierce the darkness of this forest,
To break this hibernation,
To bathe in a golden glow,
To see the world,
And I,
Reborn.

its OK to feel at peace

it would be excellent to feel at peace
when you are challenged by the buzzing of a fly.

The very air is clogged with speech
a 21st century smog

What chance to be heard
a poets tongue.

I skipped over the moral
as if it were nothing

I wallowed in my nothingness
the ultimate reality

Comforted by the truth-
Only God would bestow something more

I informed my conscience
and still came up short.

conscience

The funeral of the ever creating past
happens before you blink an eye
the linear of time too fast to catch up
your shooting star across the sky.

Life is killing me softly and slow
to lay down my head on her breast-
and to suckle on her milk till death.